And, finally, our musical clip of the week: At the 1930 St. Louis International Aircraft Exposition, a certain Nellie Jay became the first cow to ride in an airplane. She was milked during the trip, with the moo juice dramatically parachuted back to earth. The annual dairy festival at Mount Horeb, Wisconsin still celebrates her feat, with oil paintings, poetry ("She flies through the air with the greatest of ease/Dropping her ice cream, yogurt, and cheese,") and an opera, "Madame Butterfat."

Much to my joy, I found an excerpt of this opera on YouTube. Behold, the Bovine Cantata in Bb Major:

And that's it for this week. I can't tell you how much fun I had writing next Monday's post about a pioneering female detective. Murder! Adultery! Car chases! Crooked clairvoyants! All-women cavalry regiments!

1 comment:

Another good week of stories. I read the article on the murder of Jeanette DePalma but I think that is a murder that was rather ordinary and was blown out of proportion by local 'witnesses' who never got closer to the scene of the crime than the town's bar. The poor girl never received justice, whatever happened to her.

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